Round 84

The air was heavy with malevolent intent, the tension palpable as Silra watched Sister Hale's next move. The cleric's voice cut through the oppressive silence like a beacon of hope, her words laced with trepidation and determination. "I feel it now—the pressure shifting through my bootsoles, something ancient and wrong bleeding intent into this space." The runes pulsed hungrily around them, casting an eerie glow over the tunnel as they continued to vibrate in sync with each other—THRUM-THRUM-THUD—a discordant melody that seemed to mock their attempts at synchronization.

Gravedigger Renn's trembling form against the wall seemed to be the only thing holding them together, his terror-smell contaminating everything around him like a dark tide. Sister Hale's eyes locked onto Silra's, her own anxiety simmering just below the surface as she waited for the rogue's next move. The ground trembled ominously in response to the cleric's words, as if whatever was buried down there was now fully awakened and hungry for more.